Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.